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Loving death
Voices pass my doorway filling my room with pain
As I write this sonnet my heart is in vain
Even if there is no contentment, I know I’m sane
Love is not retired yet, neither am I
I’ll keeping on searching, not the sky
Tears burn my skin as I watch me die
I hope you follow me soon right after
There’s no other guy that I’d prefer
If not, keeping regret in mind, we’ll both suffer
poem
by
Madelyn Ho
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